knowing me.(fool moon's day)

Alone
In the crowd
Reflecting
upon my heart that beat odd...

Didn’t know what to say and when to say
No parts were assigned
my yes' were wrong so were my no(s)

an unruly player
singing off key Offstage...
look!
what A beautiful fool i am!
May I make you laugh if not smile….

Don’t know where pleasure ends and pain begins..
Love ,the ancient paradox…
Grudge the dredge of time- I curse now….
As it seems to have stretched beyond our clasp
Like in an endless stream
Of vast spaces
Seamless and eternal
Souls flap
Shimmering wings in wanton abandon
Heart strings
Teary beads of Love and its bitter stings.
From Dueling
Between logic and love
For once, can our eyes be locked in a moment frozen?
With you I realize the joy of living and the fear of loss…
This mad rush
Of unbounded love that binds!

floating space!

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.
Emily Dickinson.

moon3 - Gizmodo

moon3 - Gizmodo

Golden shimmer of sands
vanished
Ghostly shadows of the dunes haunt
In night mares
That daunt
During daring daylights
Wit has left
Thirst
Behind the glass walls
Choking on a dream
Once more
Skimmed the sea
Swam the tides high
Rode the Surf
In white foamy turf
Sang the songs
Muted fish songs
For none to hear
But I know
Dreams die
Only to be born afresh
Dyed in colors anew...

sigh sky high...

clicked a photograph with my eyes for posterity
last time I'd see those lips turning to me
knew from his eyes,
dreamy pair of thickly lashed hazel eyes;
Never do they fail to paint my cheeks in shades of red,
a brown sepia toned picture forming
in the back yard of his memory as well
Faded and precious..
sigh…
There's after all
Sweetness in being
The lost woman
Than the last one
Being his muse
Haunting his nights and fueling his days
Never being wasted even for a second
A romantic aberration that lasts
Never growing or reacting
Only desired and never possessed
A living memory of a
A refraction to reckon with...

Moments


Sands of time
Sealing holes in the souls
Serene
Of a secured past
Spring time
That's as fresh
As then
Sealed forever
Peace eternal!
Tears of joy,
Lakes of frozen
Memories
Dappled hues
Of despairs and dread
Mottled fires of
Desires
Doused and diseased
And a few appeased!
Silent and sheltered
Evermore
What more
To move on
Till stupor strikes
And no more woes
Just a stoic stance
In Suspension
Till sands of time ...